Shattered Dreams Novel Novels & Stories

Still this could work for you, couldn’t it? ‘In what way? I looked into my mate’s dream- bad dreams!’ ‘And if they were not just any dream?’ Fenris raised a brow at the suggestion. ‘What if that ‘dream' you had was more than just a dream? Think about it, Fenris. If that was just any dream, you wouldn’t find those scars on her.’ His eyes slowly widened, as he caught on to what his father was saying. ‘Dreams can be many things. One of these things is-‘

Each shard mirrored the shattered fragments of my own existence, a stark representation of the pain that consumed me. I sank to my knees, the weight of my despair pressing me further into the cold embrace of the floor. The room spun around me, a kaleidoscope of shattered dreams and unfulfilled promises. How had everything become so complicated? How had I become entangled in a web of emotions that threatened to suffocate me?

I was a naive girl who was desperate for her father to finally show her even a sliver of affection for once but he just shrugged me off and sent me away. Sent me away to my own hell where Raul's abuse completely broke me for a very long time. He's scarred me. Bad. But I use those scars as motivation to keep my head up. Can't have the crown falling, now can we? I hadn't even realized that the car was parked while Luciano was getting my luggage from the trunk. I grumbled before lunging out of the car, ready to carry them myself but he already had everything, leaving me with that tiny suitcase, once again.

In that room, amidst the shattered fragments of his shattered dreams, Vihaan found the strength to face the truth, to acknowledge his pain, and to embark on a journey of self-renewal. As the tears eventually subsided, leaving trails of salt-stained cheeks in their wake, Vihaan took a deep breath, drawing upon the reservoir of resilience within him. Though broken, he knew he was not defeated. With resolve in his eyes, he wiped away the remnants of tears and vowed to rise from the depths of despair, ready to rebuild his spirit and rediscover his worth.

Then he was gone. I shut the door. The bolt was a joke, the wood splintered. It didn’t matter. The immediate hunt was over. A deep, bone-grinding exhaustion hit me like a physical wave. I didn’t even bother with the cot; I just collapsed onto the thin mattress, and the world went black. The dreams weren’t kind. They were fractures. Glimpses of impossible places. A cathedral of weeping stone under a blood-red sky. A labyrinth of chrome and screaming data. A frozen tundra where the wind carried whispers of dead players. High-level Instances. Death traps.

"Ella, don't frame me like that! Even if I had heavenly powers, I couldn't change your baby's eye color. In the end, it was your own foolishness—and now you've dragged the entire Witches' Covenant into disgrace!" My sister nearly fainted with fury. She had endured pregnancy and unspeakable suffering, all for the chance to become queen after giving birth. Now her dream was shattered, her scandal laid bare before the world. Seeing the murderous intent blazing in the prince's eyes, she dropped to her knees. "For the sake of what we once shared… please, let me go!" If she were still the enchanting beauty she once was, the prince might have wavered. But the withered creature before him now made h

A promise of violence. "Say it again," he whispered in my ear. "Give me a reason." I should have stayed quiet. Should have been the obedient, broken thing he expected. Instead, I smiled. "Monster. Coward. Heartless bastard. Is that enough reason?" His grip tightened. Black spots danced across my vision. Somewhere far away, Lila was screaming, but the sound felt distant, unimportant. This was it, then. This was how I died. Strangled by the man I loved, in front of the sister who betrayed me.

In that pitch-blackness, with only the faint, lingering scent of cologne in the air, I finally let myself give in. I wept. I wept until my chest felt tight. I wept until my tears blurred everything around me. I wept until the sound of my own cries was the only thing I could hear. And in that never-ending, suffocating solitude, I drifted into a restless, fragmented sleep, knowing that when morning came, the world would wake up to my shame, and there would be no one to save me.

I staggered, almost collapsed, my notebook leaping off my hands and shooting across the floor. I had already reached the street when I could even begin to chase after it. Behind me, the doors slammed shut with a harsh snap, the reflected glass revealing that I was---outside, unwanted. I stood outside for what seemed like forever, even the dark sky and sign of heavy did not make me lose sight of what brought me here. “Damien knight.” I kept repeating the name like it was a savor. And then coming out of the revolving doors, Damian Knight. He glittered beneath the rain pounding down. Hands reached out and clutched him, paparazzi shouting his name, and flashes of camera. He strode as if he were

She was a hollow shell of a person who was losing herself everyday. She was a broken doll just like her fractured marriage and destroyed destiny. ━━━━━━━━━━ So how was the first chapter you all?